Wladyslaw Szlengel

It is Time

Translated from the Polish by John and Bogdana Carpenter

It is time! High time!How long the day of reckoning frightened us!We have enough of prayers and penance.Today You will stand before our tribunalAnd humbly await a verdict.We will hurl at Your heart the tremendous stoneOf a blasphemous, terrible, bloody accusation.With an ax’s sharp edge, the blade of a swordIt will tear the sky like a tower of BabelAnd up there in the terrifying interstellar silence,You, the Almighty accused,Will listen to every one of our words,How the chosen people indicts You.There is no absolution! No absolution!!!That once long ago in ancient times,You delivered us from Egypt to our own land ——This will change nothing. Nothing!No longer will we forgive You for deliveringUs into the hands of assassins,We who were Your faithful children for centuries.With Your name on our lips each of us diedIn the circuses of Caesar, of Nero,On the crosses of the Romans, the pyres of Spain,Whipped, insulted and scorned.And You delivered us to the CossacksWho tore Your holy law into shreds.For torture in the ghetto and the specter of the gallows,For death in Treblinka, bent under the whip,We the degraded, we the exhausted,We will pay You back! We will pay You back!You will no longer escape Your end ——When we bring You to the place of executionYou won’t be able to bribe the guardian of the showersWith a shining, hundred-dollar gold piece of the sun.And when the executioner prods You forward,Drives and crams You into the steam chamberSealing the hermetic lid behind You,The hot steam will begin to suffocate, suffocateAnd You will cry out, You will want to flee.When the torture is finished and the agony of deathThey will drag You and cast You into a hideous pit,They will tear away Your stars —— the gold teeth in Your jaw ——Then burn You. And You will be ash.